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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 24, 2016 19:06:24 GMT
"Clearly," he replied, showing his wounds to the Maester. "It hurts when I shit."
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 25, 2016 0:17:03 GMT
Percival turned toward his medical supplies. He grabbed up everything he had and walked back to Belric. He slowly set up near the man, and then set to work to try and heal the man. He made sure to work roughly as he went.
(Medical 76)
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 25, 2016 0:51:49 GMT
Belric grimaced, gritting his teeth as Percival worked his fumbling fingers. His harmfull intentions were obvious, though Belric could not help but think he deserved it. He fought back his desire to throttle the Maester.
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Post by The Gambler on Nov 26, 2016 16:11:54 GMT
Thanks to Edmure, Percival had no shortage of practice recently setting and wrapping broken ribs. Though he was not gentle, he did his work well, once again thwarting the will of the gods.
(Belric will be fully recovered by the time of the tourney, as will everyone else currently injured.)
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 26, 2016 16:27:51 GMT
Percival wrapped the man's ribs and said, " I have a lot of practice with broken ribs. It seems to be someone's favorite place to punch," Percival smirked knowingly as he walked away. " At least you handled the poison almost as well as a five year old girl."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 26, 2016 19:12:11 GMT
"It is easy to break a man's ribs, even in plate. A man is weakest in the middle." He grinned at Percival, and poked him in the gut with a stiff finger. "But you know all about getting to the middle of a man, don't you maester?" He laughed whole heartedly, finding his own joke to be the center of much amusement. "Now what poison are you talking about?"
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 26, 2016 19:24:41 GMT
"I said nothing of a poison." Percival stood there staring at his lord, never having bothered to dress. He kept his face neutral even though he wanted to beat this insolent man in front of him.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 26, 2016 19:28:46 GMT
If there was ever a time for Percival to beat Belric, it was now, when he was injured. "You just said I took poison better than a six year old girl. What have you been doing to the little girls of this castle, Percival?"
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 27, 2016 2:08:19 GMT
"I mean to say pain." Percival replied and then suddenly smirked. "I can not imagine why poison was on my mind, your lordship."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 27, 2016 4:58:05 GMT
"Speaking of poison, I'm in need of a drink." replied Belric, completely missing the point of Percival's comment. The man was so slow, It was a wonder he could get to the toilet in the morning to take a piss. However, despite the ramifications his denseness might have on the realm, Percival seemed to benefit. Had Belric understood the joke, he might have dug a hole in the wall with Percival's face. Instead, Belric looked at Percival expectantly, wondering how long it would take for the man to pour him some wine.
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 27, 2016 5:51:29 GMT
Percival walked naked to his half empty wine skin. Then he walked over and poured it into a one of the cups he used for his experiments. Unfortunately this cup had not been used in some time. Percival filled the mug and walked back to Belric and offered him the wine. And then "accidentally" dropped it when Belric reached out to take it. "I am sorry my lord. My mistake."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 27, 2016 7:50:49 GMT
"Clumsy fool," rebuked Belric as he jumped to avoid the mess. "Never mind, grab your cloak. There are other places to drink at this hour in the morning."
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 28, 2016 11:23:12 GMT
"Of course my Lord. You had along with out me and I will follow as soon as I clean up my mess." Percival replied simply.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Dec 2, 2016 1:53:48 GMT
Belric snorted, fumed by the Maester's disregard. "So be it, I'll take my plans for mischief elsewhere."
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Post by Maester Percival on Jan 13, 2017 0:16:17 GMT
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1st day 5th moon.
Percival opened the door for the Lady and waited for her to enter. He bowed his head deeply.
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